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I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I'll never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so fucking far away that I'll never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind
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